Page 45 of Heartbreaker

Jackson turns me around slowly and unzips my dress. “This is one of my favourite tattoos,” Jackson says, planting kisses on my back, then gets to my ear. “No, Tinkerbell is my favourite.” I turn around to face him and Jackson starts kissing me again.

The back of my legs hit the bed and I fall down. I look at Jackson just looking at me. There is something different about Jackson, the way he looks at me like I’m the only person in the room, the way he kisses me like I’m made for him.

Placing his knee between my legs, he leans down, and starts kissing me again. My hands move into his hair as his hand moves down my waist as we kiss. Rubbing my hands over his hard cock, and I smile against Jackson’s lips, he leans up and stares into my eyes, and with just that look I want him so much more.

He kisses down my neck, moving slowly down my body, every place his lips touch makes my body feel so good. I want him to touch me every day like this, I can feel his tongue on my clit and I jolt a little and moan as his tongue moves back and forth, then slowly teasing me as he puts one finger inside me.

“Oh, yes,” I moan louder.

Leaning my hips into him, Jackson twists his finger around for a while, making me moan louder, and then he stops.

“Jackson,” I say in disappointment as I was so close to coming, he moves up my body so that he is level with me, but he is teasing me, not touching any part of my body, and I want to hit him, for teasing me. I can feel the heat coming from his body, I smell the sex coming off him.

Without any warning Jackson pushes himself inside me. And we both let out a gasp of relief. I’m on a high and full of excitement with him being here. He pounds into me with so much force and speed, and I love it. Tilting my pelvis to take all of him inside me, it doesn’t take long for the sensation to take over with my muscles contracting around his cock.

“Not yet, Tinkerbell,” Jackson moans into my ear, and I don’t think I’ll last much longer.

With a big breath, Jackson pulls out of me and flips in me on my stomach, and I can’t help but smile that he is so exciting in bed.

Jackson pushes inside me, and I moan as I feel him hitting all the right spots, this has always been my favourite position. I feel ready to explode, and I want to let it go off with a bang, with every gulp of air I take in I let out an intense moan of pleasure.

The louder I get, the harder Jackson pounds into me. “Jackson, I’m there,” I scream as I want to cum so hard.

“What you waiting for, Tinkerbell? I’m with you.” Jackson thrust harder and I can feel him close too. I moan his name as my body starts shaking with a very intense orgasm, and Jackson moans my name as he cums.

I fall on the bed, and Jackson rolls onto his back, and we both lie there panting. Jackson wraps his arm around me, planting a kiss on my forehead, as I cuddle up closer to him, as my body starts to fall asleep on me.

*~*~*

Stretching my body out in bed I look over to the other side and it’s empty, but then the smell of food hits me. Getting out of bed, I grab one of Jackson’s shirts that’s on the chair. Now I get a better look at his room and again like the rest of the house it’s white, grey, and cream, but it suits him.

Walking down the stairs I can see Jackson in the kitchen, he has his back to me, and doesn’t see me coming.

“Food smells good,” I say getting closer to the counter, and Jackson turns around. He goes to say something but stops with his mouth hanging open. He's looking at the shirt. “Sorry, I can put my dress back on,” I say, as his eyes moving over me.

“No, you look good in it,” he says moving closer. He gives me a kiss, then turns back around mumbling something to himself and I smile.

“How was work today?” I ask as he places a glass of red wine in front of me.

“Busy. I got asked to go to a charity event and was hoping you would come with me.” Jackson stirs something in a pot. “It’s not for a few months yet though,” he adds. My smile gets bigger, he’s thinking about us together in a few months.

“I would love too, just let me know the dress code,” I say, taking a sip of my wine. I don’t go to events, so I never really know what the dress code is, I mean do rainbow-haired girls with a lot of tattoos cover them when they go?

“How was your day?” Jackson asks, taking the chicken out of the oven, and it smells amazing. My mouth waters.

“Good, that reminds me, I brought the truffles you asked for, and I’m getting another tattoo tomorrow. You want to see what I’m getting?” I ask him, as I walk over to my bag to get my phone and the truffles.

“Thanks for the truffles, my receptionist loves your store, and I mean loves it.” Taking the bag from me he continues. “And I would love to see it, how many more are you thinking of getting?” he asks, taking two plates out the cupboard.

“I don’t know. Sometimes if I like something I’ll get it, this one I’ve been thinking about for a while,” I say handing him the phone. “I saw this tattoo of birds flying from the shoulder to the neck and fell in love with it.”

“That’s really nice, but anything would look nice on you.” He looks up and gives me that cheeky look, which says I’m going to get lucky again. “Hope you’re hungry,” Jackson adds as he starts plating the chicken and pasta.

“I am.” I pick up the plate and follow him to the table, sitting down next to him. “Thank you for making dinner for me.” I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t wait to make dinner for you again.” I take a mouthful all pasta, God this is good.

“I was wondering something today.” I turn to face Jackson as he speaks. “I know that we have only been together I short time, but I thought maybe you would like to come to Disneyland Paris with me, for a weekend.”

Jackson looks over at me, and I look at him in shock. I don’t think I have ever been on holiday with a boyfriend before. “I would love to go to with you, when were you thinking?” I ask. I think it would be nice, and everything feels right with him.

“I have a few busy weeks coming up, after that I’m free. How about you?” Jackson asks.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to look at the dairy to see if I have anything booked, but I can let you know tomorrow when I’m in the shop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look at what we can do,” I say with excitement. This is going to be amazing, and I cannot wait.

We spent the rest of the night looking at tickets, hotels, and package deals. By the end I think Jackson realises how much I love Disney and how happy just the thought of going there is making me.